"Tom! Tom dear, your 'Char' is here! Get up! She's down stairs!" A voice yelled, and after multiple banging from the door- it dissapeared.
'Char? Who the hell is Char?' He thought. Draco groaned ang got up. His lazy eyes still scanning around the unfamiliar room. He stood still and widened his blue orbs realizing where he was. "Damn, and I thought it was all a bloody nightmare." He groaned.
As soon as he got up from 'his' bed, the bedroom door abruptly swung open, revealing a short haired brunette girl, wearing tight white pants and sleeveless black plain shirt. "Granger?" He ask in his husky sleepy voice.
Emma - well, rather Hermione blushed at her sight. Draco, well Tom - was shirtless, he was wearing nothing but his pajamas, his golden brown hair was all messed up and his eyes still looked drowsy, and his voice er . . . he was - sexy.
"Uh - your Nana Alice was lovely, she offered me tea when you were still sleeping." Hermione said as she smiled, "Well, may I get in?" She asked.
"Sure Granger it's not like this is my room anyways." He shrugged as he ruffled his hair. Hermione went inside the bedroom, her eyes were scanning the every detail of the place. "Nice room." She commented.
"Uh thanks? Uh - since when did you got here anyways?" Draco asked as he went inside the bathroom and brushed his teeth. In this times, he wished he has his wand with him, he just wished he would just flicked his wand right here. "Well, an hour ago. I figured coming here early so I can . . . you know . . . avoid unfamiliar people." She said.
"Oh" said Draco as he came out of the bathroom, "Well Malfoy, I was thinking that . . ." Hermione stopped as she caught sight of shirtless Draco coming out of the bathroom, "Like what you see, Granger?" He smirked.
Hermione felt his cheeks went hot and looked the other way, "Oh put a shirt on will you? It's very rude and really quite distracting."
Malfoy just let out a chuckle as he picked up a white shirt inside his closet and wore it. "Whatever beaver. You can look now." He said, still chuckling. Hermione rolled her eyes as she faced him, "Look . . . last night, I saw some really odd books about . . . er us. . . our kind, and you know it was . . . "
". . . quite horrific and very wrong to read?" Malfoy continued for her. Hermione nodded, "Yes. The details are really inaccurate, it was really . . . odd."
"I didn't even finished reading it though, I was caught up in the part when Hagrid was telling Harry about . . . his scar? I didn't even know Harry has a scar." She continued. "Well, it's because he hasn't. I've known Potter since we were still on diapers, he doesn't have one." Draco said as he went near her. "Come on, let's check it out again."
The pair walked towards Tom's collection of 'Harry Potter books' in his bookshelf and took the first one, Harry Potter and the Philospher's stone.
"You know, this is really weird." Malfoy commented as both of them walked towards a sofa near the coffee table and sat down. Scanning every pages of the book, "I know. . . can you believe this? Lily and James were. . . dead?" Hermione said, obviously from the tone of her voice - she couldn't believe what she was reading.
"Oh if Potter reads this he will freak." said Draco. "Oh he will." muttered Hermione. " - and can you believe this?! Oh Slytherins aren't evil." Malfoy stated, "- wait who the bloody hell is . . . Voldemort?"
Hermione just shrugged, clearly knew nothing to say, "- look, the author! It's er . . . J.K. Rowling? Who is she?" Hermione furrowed her brows as she scanned towards the very end of the book and read the Author's side.
J.K. Rowling began writing stories when she was six years old. She started working on the Harry Potter sequence in 1990, when she says, "The idea . . . Simply fell into my head." The first book; Harry Potter and the Philosopher's stone, was published in United Kingdom in 1997 and the United States in 1998. Since then, books in Harry Potter series have been honored with many prizes . . . .
"Okay, this is bloody creeping me out right now, Granger." Draco said, panic flowing within his voice. "The idea simply fell into her head? - It can't be! That's absurd!" Hermione stated, still couldn't believe what she just saw. "This - this author! We. . . we need to speak to her!" Draco said as he got up, clearly bewildered by the fact that they were made up from a fantasy book.
"This is outrage!" He cried, hands in the air. Malfoy was really upset. Hermione managed to keep her composure even though deep inside she wanted to scream. She was so confused. She was speechless - she has no clue what to say nor what to do - and for Granger here, that was saying something!
"Wait she started in 1990 and published in 1997? but the last time I check, it's still 1998, and didn't they say yesterday that the series just ended?" said Hermione as she widened her eyes, trying to puzzle out every detail. She rush towards the calendar near a desk and checked the date. "NO! IMPOSSIBLE!" she cried, hands covered her mouth as she spoke. "What? What is it, Granger?" Malfoy asked, confused - as he hurriedly walked beside her.
"Look! Look!" She pointed out. Malfoy gazed towards the direction she was pointing and gasped, "June, 2011?! What-?!"
"We . . . it's . . . This is - absurd!" Hermione spoke. "Why are we in 2011? We time travelled? Wait - What?!" Malfoy looked puzzled.
"Okay . . . I want some answers here, I mean . . . now!" Draco exclaimed.
"I . . . don't know what to say." Hermione stuttered. "This is so messed up!" she exclaimed. Before Malfoy could speak, they heard a knock from the door and laterward, it swung open, revealing a smiling plump woman. "Tom, dear . . . you have some guests downstairs." She said.
Suddenly Malfoy went pale. "Who could it be . . . err Nana?" He asked, nervously. "It's just Dan and Rupert . . . I also told them dear Emma's here, they wanted to talk to you." She said, smiling. "Okay, tell them I'll be down for a minute."
The woman nodded as she closed the door again. "Go get ready Malfoy . . . I . . . I better go down with them, so it'll sound not too . . . you know . . . suspicious." Hermione said, ". . . or awkward." She added as she walked towards the door.
"You sure you can manage?" Draco asked, concerned. "Yea' I'll come up with something, don't worry."she said
"Okay, I won't take too long." He said
Hermione nodded and went out, she took a deep breath and went down stairs meeting Harry and Ron - I mean, Dan and Rupert.
"Okay 'mione, you got this." She muttered under her breath.
"What were you doing in his room, again?" Dan asked Emma- Hermione, again, as he wiggled his brows and grinning wideley, along with Rupert beside him.
Hermione looked confused for a moment but she hid it as she smiled awkwardly, "Er you know, we just . . . talked." She answered.
The brunette couldn't help but stare at the two boys infront of her. It was clearly a different version of her bestfriends. Harry, in this world - doesn't wore any glasses and Ron here - looked more mature, not to mention their names aren't Harry and Ron but Daniel and Rupert. It was so confusing.
"-talking? Just talking?" Rupert teased, Hermione rolled her eyes with that, obviously knew what he meant, "Yes Ronald . . . I mean, uh . . . Rupert." She said, mentally slapping herself for slipping that word. She should be more carefull next time.
"Okay, you and your char, were just talking." Dan stated as he let out a chuckle, "Char?" Hermione asked, confused. "Yea' Char, the word you both used to call to each other before? Don't tell me you forgot?" Rupert asked, "Uh . . . ofcourse not, how could I forget?" She asked, as she laughed awkwardly.
Rupert and Dan exchanged glances and faced her again, "Look Em . . . we're glad you two are both . . . you know, okay now." said Dan in a concern voice. Rupert smiled beside him, "Yea' atleast the awkard tension between you two are gone now right? and both of you two are now hanging out and talking again, it's just relieving for us, we're happy for you." He continued.
Hermione gave the a bewildered look, "I don't know what you're talking about." She said, really confused. She meant it, she doesn't have a slightest clue what they were saying, Rupert chuckled, "It's okay Em, we won't pressure you into telling us what happened between the both of you, but don't expect that you'll get away with it. We have to know." He said as both of the boys laughed.
'Okay, I need to get out of this body, now.' She thought to herself. This is so bloody hard, really really hard.